with flowers—a fine body of half-drilled fellows,
with rather insubordinate-looking faces, and a
decidedly hungry expression in their eyes. No
wonder. On board of one of the vessels, they had
been reduced, for the last three days, to biscuit
and salt butter. Some unfortunate mal-arrangement
has already begun to betray itself, in dissensions
among the officers; and the most popular
among them, he to whose exertions such
efficiency as the regiment could boast was really
due, had scarcely set foot on shore, when he was
placed under arrest. Although the regiment
had been expected for a fortnight, and had been
actually in harbour twenty-four hours, no rations
were prepared for the famished men. After
being marched to barracks, they were turned
loose upon the town; such as had money being
left to provide themselves; such as had not, receiving
about fourpence with which, ignorant
of the language and the price and character of
food, they were expected to purchase a meal.

From causes not here pretended to be analysed,
certain it is that fortune has rarely smiled
upon those military expeditions in which Englishmen
array themselves under the banners of a
foreign power. Some tincture of disrepute invariably
attaches to them. Viewed with disfavour
at home, the noble fortitude and courage
which is inseparable from banded Englishmen,
have often proved powerless to redeem the bad
fortune which has attended their career.

Oct. 16. Little or no firing to-day, but constant
movement of the enemy's troops keeping us
on the alert. The English regiment pushed on
to Caserta, where they were inspected and addressed
by their gallant colonel (Peard); also
by the Countess de la Torre, who wore a very
pretty dress, difficult to describe—but there
were trousers in it—a light, and perhaps serviceable,
sabre, and a few pistols. Her speech
was as concise as one of Suwarrow's bulletins:

"Inglis! I am whiz you always."

Let us hope the lady will not adhere too
closely to this pledge. The battalion has evidently
yet to learn discipline: a fault which
might lead their constant associate into positions
of difficulty.

Loud cheers followed the little address above
mentioned, and these were redoubled on the
arrival, a few minutes later, of a large hamper
of excellent wine: a gift from the lady. But,
alas for popularity! no sooner did it become
known that the rosy stream was to flow for the
officers alone, than the enthusiasm sank to zero.
Hoarse murmurs succeeded, and

"What the (Hades) does this Countess Toarey
mean by humbuggin' us?" growled the mouthpiece
of company No. 1.

Nevertheless, honour to the Countess de la
Torre, whose generous efforts on behalf of the
wounded cannot be too highly commended.

Oct. 17. While at breakfast, two heavy guns,
followed by a smart fusilade, the latter close
at hand, caused us to hurry into the street.
On reaching the ruins of the amphitheatre we
found a portion of the British regiment stationed
in the square, while the officers were
doing their utmost to recal two companies,
who had sallied forth on their own account into
the adjacent wood, and, under the very noses of
the enemy, were trying their new rifles against
the thrushes and tomtits! The fire was well
sustained, the men having received forty rounds
of rifle ammunition each. Garibaldi sent an
aide-de-camp at full speed to learn the meaning
of the fire; but it was not until one unfortunate
Piedmontese soldier on outpost duty had been
shot dead by a glancing ball, that the stragglers
were reassembled, coming in like sulky children,
half inclined to rebel.

"What do these fellows mean by going on in
this way without orders?" said an English gentleman,
standing near.

"What do you mean by 'fellows?'" retorted
one of the legionaries." That man's father,"
(pointing to a comrade) "is worth two thousand
a year!"

Went with Colonel D'Anonymons and General
Wheat (an American officer of some distinction,
who has brought to Garibaldi a cannon of
his own invention) to examine a new battery at
St. Angelo—designed to cover the passage of
the river.

To-night, an alarm: a distant bugle sounded
the assembly, others took it up, then the
drums. The transition from the most profound
quiet to universal bustle was striking enough
to the uninitiated. The night was intensely
dark, as we groped our way towards the Capua
gate, passing the troops hastily collecting in
the square. The artillery horses were already
out and harnessed, but not yet attached to the
guns. At the gate, everybody was on the alert,
listening and forming conjectures. No firing
was to be heard, but we learned that before our
arrival some rifle-shots had been heard at the
outposts. Presently, a general, whose face we
could not recognise in the gloom, galloped up,
attended by his aides and orderlies, and was informed
that one of our patrols had seen a large
body of the enemy moving in the wood, and had
heard the bugles of a corps d'élite rarely employed
but when the enemy are in earnest. Nothing,
however, came of it; and, after waiting
under arms for an hour, the troops were dismissed.

Oct. 19th. The English regiment were in
action to-day about eleven A.M. They occupied
a farm-house at the outpost; the enemy lay
in a rival farm and adjacent fields, bounded by
thick hedges. One company of the English advanced,
skirmishing, supported by two others;
the Piedmontese on their left; Captain Cowper,
with four guns, in their rear, in readiness
for contingencies. The men behaved admirably,
driving the enemy from the fields and
house, but having little conception of cover,
suffered some loss—among others, Mr. Tucker,
a gentleman well known and highly esteemed.
An officer who was within a pace or two of him
when he fell, told me he was without arms, and
had just quitted the cover of a tree, with his
hands clasped behind him—his favourite attitude
—when a ball struck him on the forehead,